JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 4 Chapter 19
The last thing I noticed before securing the cloth tightly over Red’s pretty face was how she appeared to have no resistance left in her. It looked like all she wanted to do was sleep.
But sleep was not on the agenda!
I held the material face cover tightly in my fist and let the water come, in droplets first of all, but then in a steadying flow and finally a stream that was directed over the outline of Red’s nose and mouth.
The flame-haired girl was silent, though her body was squirming, performing a writhing desperate dance. The twine held her tightly, digging into her flesh, allowing only her knees to raise away from the wooden board, and her groin to convulse.
Red’s swollen pussy looked peachy perfect, crying out for attention.
I released the cloth and Red sucked in a huge gasp of air, still unable though to say anything coherent because of the water that had been … and was probably still … streaming down her throat.
I looked at my Little Girl and smiled. She smiled back. I loved her … I knew that now. That was the word for it. A strange love, I accepted that fact, but it was love nonetheless.
I waited for Red to inhale again and then, with perfectly evil timing, I closed the wet material over her features and poured once more. What the friend had anticipated was going to be oxygen, wasn’t. There was no oxygen to be had, just water and then … more water.
Once more she became a frantic eel-like creature, unable to cry out, being left instead with agitated squirming as her only demonstrative option.
The board was angled, her head on the downward slope so that no water escaped without running over her face. Her firm, tattoo decorated breasts were riding higher on her chest, a fact that was clearly of no concern as I slowly took the life out of her.
“Pl … pl … please …” She gasped as the fabric peeled away from her lips. It was all she could say before I tightened the towel again and poured the water for a third time.
“The wand slut, give me the wand.”
The instrument was placed into my hands and without delay I pushed the vibe between Red’s thighs. She arched as much as she could, pushing her body into the intrusive phallus and her face into the cloth.
Beautiful.
“Pour more water,” I issued my instruction handing the jug over to my Little Girl.
She obeyed and, if anything, she over-poured as I fucked Red mercilessly with the wand, pushing it hard into her cunt.
As her struggles began to diminish, I removed the cloth, but then in replacement of it, and after a brief time so that she could take a small breath, I closed my hand tightly around her neck and began to move the vibe in a circular motion, pushing it hard into her body.
“F … fuck … fuck. …” Red was trembling, babbling incoherently, cursing wonderfully …
She arched again, her head thrown back off the wood … and she came …
I looked at the Little Girl. She was watching with a degree of intensity as the climax overtook her lover. Red writhed in climactic ecstasy, and as she did I left the wand squeezed tightly in place between her thighs, put the cloth back over her face and poured more water.
This was too much for the red-haired girl. I knew it would be. She needed to gasp, to inhale, to manage her orgasm … but now she couldn’t, yet she had to keep trying … that was what the orgasmic reflex made happen.
Red gagged and choked and shook her head frantically, but in an ever-decreasing manner.
“She’s drowning right?” My Little Girl in a plain and simple, matter-of-fact kind of way.
“Yes, she is. Should we let her die?” I asked.
“Yes,” my Little Girl replied, without hesitation. Her response shocked me a little.
“Are you sure?” I checked.
“Yes, I am,” she replied with equal certainty.
And so, I did. I kept on pouring and, as I did, the most surprising thing happened. The slut, ignoring the death throes of her friend and lover, moved to me and, touching my cheek, turned my face her way, and kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss, open mouthed, desire fuelled … love filled? Maybe it was, certainly that was the case from my side.
By the time we broke free of our embrace Red was dead. Her beautifully ornate body was prostrate … unmoving … completely still. No chest heaving, no breathing, no pulse. Her breasts were still firm, her nipples remained hard and her pussy was just as swollen as it was when we started this. But she moved no more. Mortem had descended upon her.
I made as if to stand and fetch the Oxygen and the defibrillation machine. But the slut put her hand on mine.
“Leave her,” she said simply. And then she kissed me again. Her hand moved to the re-forming bulge at my groin and she gripped it through my jeans. I pushed into her touch as she began to move her fingers along the shrouded length.
Fuck, this felt so good … but … the friend had passed …
So damn good as she massaged her thumb around the swollen head …
But … Red was dead.
So, fucking good … it felt sooooo …
“No,” I gasped pulling away, “We can’t kill her.” I stared at the slut, who stared back at me, a smirk on her face.
“I win,” she remarked.
What the fuck! Did we just play the highest staked game of chicken ever, with Red’s life the prize?
Fuck! Fuckkkkk! Would she really have let her friend die?
I had no time to think this through any further, getting the ‘Oxygen Plus’ into Red’s body was now of Paramount Priority.
“You gonna Defib her as well?”
I nodded as the fifth jet of Oxygen squirted into the dead girl’s body.
Two jolting shocks later and Red was puking up water and sobbing her heart out. I saw the slut smirk at me. She was more fucking crazy than I knew … and that thought made me love her even more!
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The friend sat shivering in a corner of the room. It was a couple of hours since she had been boarded, and subsequently ‘died’, but still she said nothing. The slut sat next to her, naked still, with her arm around her friend and lover’s shoulders, cradling Red’s exhausted also naked frame on the comforting surface of her breasts.
I stood looking down on them, my Little Girl looked up at me. She knew … she expected … there was more to come.
“Get up,” my command was brief, assertive and to the point. With a hard swallow the slut carefully manoeuvred Red’s tired head away from her chest and got to her feet.
“And you,” I indicated Red. The flame-haired friend looked up at me through heavy eyelids.
“Now!” I ordered, and so she stumbled, with the aid of the wall, to her feet.
This was the finale. It hadn’t been a part of my initial plan but the idea came into my perverted mind as we rested following Red’s ‘Boarding. The thought made my cock hard, it had to happen.
“Sit, here.” I looked at the slut who nodded and moved to the spot indicated before sitting down on the dusty, dirty floor.
I took the rough, thin twine I had been using and, tied her wrists to her thighs. I stood back to admire, pleased with the aesthetics of my work.
“The wand Red, please.” I held out my hand and in a second or two, the friend, who was coming round now, placed the large tool in my palm.
I knelt and slid the bulbous end between her thighs and underneath the slut’s body. She grunted as the sizable head sunk between her labia. Due to her seated position and the fact that all of her weight was pushing down onto the wand it slipped inside her, opening her slit, invaded her cunt. Now the grunt became a moan … just wait until I switched it on!
“The bag, Red. That plastic one there.” I indicated the clear plastic bag in which the two ‘Oxygen Plus’ canisters had been packaged. It was large and still intact.
“Oh fuck, no …” The words of despair came from my little girl as she realised my intention, and so with a little help from Red, I placed the bag over the slut’s head. Getting her friend to pull it down tight I wrapped reams of black duct tape around her neck, securing the bag firmly in place, the seal around my Little Girl’s head now intact, completely unbroken.
Then, taking Red’s hand we stood back to look down upon the little vignette.
Already my Little One’s eyes were wide and the plastic was being frantically sucked into her mouth as the bag sealed itself around her face. Her head shook as she was overcome with anguish. This was taking her more quickly towards death than the waterboarding had done and she knew it.
My slut mewed and writhed, and fell to one side. I laughed and moved to pick her up again. Taking a new piece of twine I fastened it around her neck and tied it off above her head, meaning that now she couldn’t topple over. This was essential for the next part of my plan.
I stood back once more with Red as we watched the slut’s body struggles become less and her fight to stay alive diminish. The plastic was now plastered to her face and she would have no oxygen at all.
“Is it going to happen this time Mister?” the friend asked.
“What, you mean am I going to let her die?”
Red nodded, “Both of us Mister, is that your plan?”
She sounded pretty fatalistic about the possibility which made me smile.
“No, it’s not …” I responded and moved to where the slut was fading fast. Taking my small knife I made a slit in the bag at the top of her head. It wasn’t a large opening by any means, but it was enough to allow air into the seal. And my Little Girl began to gulp it in, though it was more of a small suck as opposed to a mouthful!
Laughing at her efforts to regain her life’s breath, I took out my cock and held it to the gap. Positioning my pee hole to the opening I began to piss into the bag.
Now the slut shook her head even more frantically.
“What the fuck Mister?” Red was staring wide eyed as the green liquid of my urine filled the bag over the slut’s head, the level rising to her chin, then her mouth and her nose and …
“You have to drink it slut … unless you want to drown in my piss that is …”
Wide eyed, panicking and still shaking her head – the neck twine held her upright – my Little Girl opened her mouth and began to lower the level by swallowing the urine …
And now I switched on the vibe …
The slut continued to swallow, she had to, but her whole body went rigid as the wand bit into her the sensitive flesh between her thighs. She moved on the vibe and as I looked down, I saw the flesh of her taut stomach rippling with stimulated movement.
Fuck … this was turning me on, making me hard. I needed release.
“On your hands and knees Red.” She looked first at me and then at the floor, but she knew what I wanted and she took up the required position.
We were facing my struggling, almost orgasmic, slut. And so, as I fingered Red until she was moist and writhing under my touch, we could watch the Little Girl drink my piss and squirm herself towards the inevitability of her climax.
“FucccckkkK!” I groaned, as, gripping the tattooed girl’s hips, I thrust into her pussy from behind. She was tight and warm and wet, and the way she responded suggested that she wanted this as much as I did.
I fucked her hard and fast and deep … and as my slut drank enough urine to free first her nostrils and then her mouth, I fucked Red even deeper.
Then I came …
And under the ministration of my fingers wrapped around her body, Red came too.
To complete the unholy Trinity, and with perfect timing, my Little Girl, now breathing again, unloaded her orgasm over the large wand at exactly the same moment …
For many minutes we cried out, groaning our mutual release, filling the air with the ecstasy of our perversions.
But then …
The room went eerily silent save for the ongoing buzz of the still active vibrator, and the panting of Red underneath me. We had collapsed to the floor once the convulsions of my groin had stopped pumping my seed into her beautiful nubile body.
My slut sat, unmoving except for the shallow rise and fall of her chest as her heart began to resume its normal rate.
Sliding my softening cock from the friend’s body I rose and moved to my Little Girl. Switching the vibe off she visibly relaxed.
There was a residue of piss still pooled in one corner of the bag and so, as I slit it completely open the green, smelly liquid spilled out down the slut’s body.
Then, free of the plastic confine, my Little Girl retched, turned her head to one side and puked all over the floor …
